"What?"
Seeing Akira's serious yet somewhat courteous expression, Uchiha Xianren confirmed that he was not lying, and a trace of astonishment appeared in his eyes.
"No, you want to challenge me?"
The joy he had felt moments ago now seemed abruptly interrupted, leaving him somewhat displeased.
So he activated his Three Tomoe Sharingan again.
The scarlet Three Tomoe Sharingan gleamed with an eerie light, like demons from hell, sending chills down one's spine!
He understood.
Uchiha Akira had proposed determining status through strength not to help Uchiha Yashiro, but because he wanted to make a name for himself and establish his position within the Uchiha Clan—and his method... was to step on Xianren's head!
"Uchiha Akira, I'll ask you one more time."
Ferocity filled Uchiha Xianren's eyes as he looked down at him and confirmed it once again.
"You, an Uchiha who hasn't even awakened the Three Tomoe Sharingan, are certain you want to challenge me, Uchiha Xianren?!"
He did not feel the slightest bit nervous.
He only found it ridiculous and offensive!
How dare a mere ant offend the majesty of a tiger or lion!
The others looked at Uchiha Akira with the same disdain and mockery. They knew him all too well: a mixed-blood child of the Senju Clan and the Uchiha Clan.
What a pity.
At fifteen, he still had not awakened the Sharingan. His strength could be called exceptionally mediocre within the Uchiha Clan.
Challenge Uchiha Xianren, the leader of the Hawk faction?
What a joke!
"Why do you talk so much?"
Uchiha Akira took a step forward, mild impatience in his gaze, as if he found Uchiha Xianren unbearably noisy!
The corner of his mouth slowly rose.
"Uchiha Xianren, I hope your strength is as formidable as your mouth, or this will be truly disappointing."